For nearly four years
I’ve shared my bed
with my boyfriend / partner / lover:
Aaron L. Sanko.
We don’t always
go to bed at the same time,
yet there are almost always
a few hours of crossover,
usually in the early morning hours.
In that blissful time
when sunlight begins to penetrate
our darkened sanctuary,
and the alarm insists that
it is time we disengage from
our nightly maneuvers,
we refuse to be separated…
sometimes to our peril;
we find ourselves caught
in what Aaron first christened:
The Trap
This entrapment occurs
as we drift in and out of slumber,
desperately enmeshed in one another,
when the world tries to call us away,
and we realize we want only to be together this way:
naked, entwined, united, protected and completed.
“It took me hours to get out of The Trap this morning.”
But while “the trap” is a nice little wink and a nod,
an in-joke,
a reference between lovers…
which certainly describes those moments that we cherish…
I find it amusingly ironic that this seemingly sinister state
we find ourselves in is truly an honest contradiction…
For it’s when I find myself entrapped
by Aaron’s loving arms that I feel we are the most free.
Written by Jason Wright
June 22, 2016
For Aaron
